"No." Liza shook her head. "I''m just curious."


    Fermin put a finger on his lips and whispered, "Kids shouldn''t be so curious."


    Liza stopped talking and left with him. She noticed the guards'' fearful looks and


    asked, "Why are they all so scared of you?"


    "The weak fear the strong. That''s the rule of society." Fermin paused, looking at


    her. "But you don''t need to worry. With me around, no one can bully you."


    Liza leaned forward. "Can you make peace with Debra and her people?"


    "Oh?"


    "You shot her."


    "Look, I didn''t kill her for your sake."


    "But she was kind to me."


    "So, I only shot her in the shoulder."


    "That makes me upset."


    "Well, next time, I''ll let her shoot back."


    Fermin opened the car door, ced her favorite pink pillow on the seat, and


    adjusted it to her liking before letting her get in. Then he helped her buckle up.


    Liza pouted. "You''re making me lose all my friends."


    Fermin, driving with one hand, asked casually, "Who is more important, your


    friends or me?"


    "You''re all important."


    "Pick one."


    Liza fell silent, and he smiled, "You''ll


    pick me, right? Since I''m more


    important, don''t argue with me over


    those people. I might get upset and


    kill them all."


    "You''re unreasonable." Liza stomped


    her feet. If you keep going against


    them, I won''t talk to you again. Who


    would want a paranoid brother like


    you?"


    Fermin suddenly mmed on the


    brakes, startling Liza. She thought


    he was going to snap at her but he


    only handed her a bottle of water.


    "Have some water first before you go on scolding me."


    "..."


    Liza''s face turned red from anger. She decided to pester him until he gave in.


    Fermin looked at her through the rearview mirror and leaned back against the


    window.


    "My dear little sister, there''s no time left."


    "Huh?"


    "Within three days, Jeffrey will make his move. Everyone at the Potter Mansion


    will be dead."


    "What? Why?"


    "Jeffrey can''t wait to get the treasure. So, rather than trying to convince me, you''d


    better start picking coffins for your friends."